DNA Valkyrie - Volume 3 - Chapter 18: A Breath Of Fresh Air

Volume 3 Chapter 18: A Breath Of Fresh Air

After being let out of the prison tower, Cynthia didn’t have the chance to re-acquire the clothes she had on her body when she was originally made a prisoner weeks ago. When she was given the key to the lockers where her personal effects were, Cynthia found her treasured items such as her trench coat in pieces. She had spent so much time in the tower that she completely forgot what happened when she first arrived.

Flashes of images came back to her.

Upon her arrival here, after being judged guilty of her crimes, the first thing that happened to her when she stepped into the tower was being violently undressed by a few guards working here. They pulled on her clothes so hard that they ruined most of the things she wore. Tearing her trench coat apart. Ripping her tank top to pieces. Doing the same thing to her skirt and her thong. It was a mess. She couldn’t believe that the guards took the time to scoop up all the pieces and stored everything in this locker. It made her sadder than anything else. Luckily for her, her hat was still intact. But a hat wouldn’t bring her far, she needed clothes to go places. And she had no intention to go outside in the black and white striped prisoner outfit. No thank you.

Also, her little friend, the DNA Valkyrie brassiere wasn’t here, of course. It had been left at the mansion. Which meant that the device was safe, but also pretty much meant that Cynthia wasn’t. At this point, she spent so many weeks without it that she could barely function as a normal person. She wouldn’t sleep much. She had trouble eating. She wasn’t herself.

“What’s the matter, princess?” she turned around, it was the warden. That motherfucker again.

“What do you want?” she replied.

“Looking for something to wear out of these walls?”

“Geez. How did you guess? Would you happen to be the one to put all the little pieces in my locker?” she questioned him.

“Well, I don’t know who put all that in there, but I can provide you with new clothes for the way home if you’d like?”

A beat.

“Sure. What do you have?” she asked him. The warden then slowly revealed a bag he was hiding behind his back. He unzipped, letting Cynthia see the content of it.

“What do you think?”

She made a weird, disgusted face.

“Honestly. I don’t know if this is worse than walking around in this prisoner’s outfit.”

“It’s up to you,” he was about to leave with the bag of clothes before she stopped him.

“Wait. Hold on. Give that to me. I think this is slightly better after all.”

“Are you sure?”

“I think so.”

So, the ex-prisoner came out of the tower wearing what the warden brought for her. The set of clothes consisted of a thin, tiny pink t-shirt with three holes in it. One for each of her heart-shaped nipples and a third one for her cute belly button. At the center of the shirt, the following words were written:

‘CUMDUMP FOR DINO & SAURIUS MALES’. The rest of the outfit was a pair of minuscule denim shorts that was tailor-made for anyone to be able to see the neon orange color g-string she had underneath it. In the space between her pussy and her ass, g-string had a 3-D-printed rubber pink heart symbol intentionally designed to be physically felt in her crotch region when she walked around. Finally, she was also provided with a new pair of white sexy platform-styled high-heeled shoes. She brought back the pieces of her old clothes in a tote bag, carrying her hat in it too.

Coming out of the prison tower in this outfit wasn’t too bad. But it was slightly more awkward when she got back into town and that many ordinary people saw her in this strange t-shirt. It made her blush all the way through until she reached her final destination. Sort of.

***

Instead of taking a cab and going back to the La Jouissance, where her friends were waiting for (even though she had trouble convincing herself that they were really her friends) as she should have been doing, she instead took the train to go somewhere else. On the train, she was entertained by the beautiful landscapes, the peaceful scenery of the vast plains outside of Ecstasy-City. She gazed at the majestic sunset.

***

Her real final destination was the farm she had been investigating. Hired by the owner of this land, Cynthia had visited this place three times now and she was still extremely far to come up with an idea why this farmer’s animals were all dying and why his crops were giving bad results.

Last time she was here, she met the prehistoric pigs with Néné and the horses outside. But other than seeing sick animals with abnormally huge balls overfilled with tons and tons of semen and having a good amount of irresponsible sexual intercourses with them, the two girls didn’t get a lot of things done. Luckily for them, the owner of this place wasn’t here during their ‘investigation’. However, today was a different day. This was the only time Cynthia was at this farmer’s property without him knowing. Normally, this would be a felony. A huge crime. But going from Cynthia’s point of view, this was actually the best time to investigate the area. If the famer was hiding something, this was the best time to search the place.

But at last, Cynthia didn’t have all the best elements on her side. When she arrived at the farm after taking the train and walking a bit on a road to the farm, it was now dark. It was night. Which was something Cynthia expected, but she definitely hoped to get there before it was so dark.

God. I wish I thought of bringing a light or something. I don’t even have my phone with me, she thought, thinking how much she would love to have her phone right now, but it was still at Gerald’s place. Passing in front of the farmer’s house next to the barn, Cynthia saw no light inside. Either indicating that he wasn’t home right now or that he was already asleep. Unfortunately, Cynthia had no way of knowing what time it was. She didn’t see the dog as well which made her a little better about herself. She had no intention to deal with this creature again. The cold detective entered the barn again, starting the investigation there. While it was extremely dark, the barn had a few lanterns inside which immensely helped her being guided inside. At some point, she reached over and grabbed one of the lanterns to use as a torch wherever she went in the barn. Even though all the animals were currently sleeping and that was in the dark in here, upon close examination, she could easily tell that there were much less pigs that last time she was here. Many probably died.

It reeks even more than last time, it came to her mind immediately, covering her nose with the palm of her left hand. When she thought she found the worst pig among all of them, she could always find one worse, one that reeked even more than the other. When she was finally done searching the barn, she examined the worst pig she found. The skin of this one had turned all black. He had trouble breathing. Cynthia squatted and leaned forward through the wooden cage to have a closer look at the beast. Upon a more direct examination, she noticed that the testicles of this pig were about double the size of the balls of the pig she interacted with Néné last time she was here. Each of his testicles were about twelve inches large.

Look at the size of those balls. This is nuts. Literally, she made herself laugh a little. But the laughter and the smile she momentaril;y had on her face quickly vanished as she couldn’t stand the fact that those animals were dying. Not because she liked animals more than that, but if all those creatures die, she won’t get paid what she was supposed to be paid. As of now, she was failing this gig completely. She brought the lantern closer to the pig’s balls. I wonder why they keep becoming bigger and bigger, she thought as she gently poked at one of his testicles—as a direct chain reaction, the specific ball she poked at suddenly burst into a spray of white cum that was squirted right into Widdowfield’s face. Soon after that, this pig completely ceased breathing. He was gone.

“Okay. I kind of feel responsible for this one’s life. But at the same time, I probably simply ended his sufferings. It’s fine,” she said as she stood up. But before she left this dead pig alone to rest in peace, she noticed one more thing that freaked her out. Coming out of the exploded testicle, a disgusting light purple, slimy worm creeped out of the pig’s body. “What the fuck is that? A worm?” What the hell is going on here?” she tried cleaning off her face from his semen as she finished searching for clues in the barn.

Finding nothing else here, she headed outside to go see the horses in a separate barn specifically designed for the horses. There, she didn’t find anything. No horses. No animals whatsoever. But she did find a suspicious access to another level underground. It was a huge ramp that led downstairs God knows where. Having no other place to look, Cynthia went downstairs with her lantern and her tote bag containing the pieces of her hold clothes and her fedora hat.

It took about ten minutes to go down the ramp and to find what was being hid downstairs. This underground level was basically another farm in or itself. It was a large area. In the distance, she heard animals. It sounded like cows to her.

So, is this where he keeps his cows? Why underground? She asked herself. Here she no longer needed the lantern, the underground level completely lit with artificial lights. So, she placed the lantern and her tote bag on the ground before going through a corridor that brought her at the source of where she was hearing all the noise. When she finally turned the corner, she saw the farmer, the man who hired her to figure out why his farm was crumbling in place. This farmer was currently fucking one of his cows, doggie-style. It wasn’t any normal kind of cow. It was a prehistoric cow known as an aurochs. A super cow basically. But the specific one he was fucking wasn’t a regualar breed one. It was a particular species Cynthia had heard about, but never seen with her eyes. It was a saurius aurochs. A female one at that. A saurius aurochs didn’t have any fur, only human skin with large, sharp horns on the side of her head. She had long black hair and a ring in her nose. She had a hairy tail. In terms of measurements, this saurius aurochs had huge LL cup size breasts, large hips, impressively muscular arms and legs as well as a thick butt. The saurius aurochs didn’t talk, simply grunted and moaned as the perverted, horny farmer fucked the hell out of her, pulling on her long mane of hair. This specific cow was the only one that wasn’t ‘stored’ in a cattle cage. But all the other regular aurochs and saurius aurochs watched as the one in the middle of the large room was being abused. Cynthia still had a little bit of pig-cum on her face as she stared at this awkward moment her eyes probably shouldn't have seen.

The more the farmer thrust his cock forward and deeper into the young lady aurochs, the more her breasts secreted milk. Milk that was vacuumed, drained, and stored into a machine. The poor saurius aurochs had her tits hooked up to that machine. Huge transparent cables linked her nipples to it. Tight suction cups aggressively dug into the soft skin of her breasts during the intense milking. When she wasn’t moaning, the saurius aurochs was mooing. Her vocal sounds echoed throughout the entire underground facility. Cynthia could’t stop watching. She felt like she had to do something. A confrontation with her employer was inevitable at this point.

“Hey,” she stood up and approached him. Many aurochs turned and looked at her. But the farmer didn’t hear her. Cynthia cleared her throat. “How are you doing, boss?” She said, louder this time. Hearing her, the farmer turned his head around and saw the intruder.

“What? You? What are you doing here?” he asked as he kept fucking his slave-cow, going balls deep, literally shoving his balls into her pussy.

“Doing my job. Trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with your farm. As you asked me to do,” she replied.

“You never said you would come here today. What is it about coming unannounced?”

“I got up in the middle of the night and thought I was on the right track on figuring out what was  the issue here. I didn’t discover what I thought I would.”

“What is on your face?” He asked her.

“One of your pig’s sperm.”

“How did that happen?”

“Poke a ball and it exploded. Not supernormal. Right?”

“They are still doing that?”

“It’s not something new?” she asked.

“No. It has been doing that for a while now. What the hell are you wearing?” He started reading her t-shirt. “Cumdump for dino & saurius males? What does it have to do with anything?” he asked her.

“Oh, that? Long story. Don’t bother with that,” seeing her thick, exposed nipples jutting out amused him. He looked more at her chest than her face now, almost forgetting the fact that she had dripping cum on her face.

“Where were you all those weeks? I called multiple times. I thought you gave up on the investigation and ran away with my money.”

“Not at all. I was actually in prison.”

“In prison? What did you do?”

“A few tax issues. Nothing too bad. I’m here now. Look. You don’t have to be scared of anything. I have no problem with you fucking your aurochs.”

“You don’t think it’s weird.”

“Oh, no, don’t get me wrong. It’s fucking weird. I mean, your hiding in this basement fucking your aurochs. It’s strange as hell,” hearing this, the farmer pulled his dick out of the cow-girl’s pussy. She stopped moaning. She grunted in a disappointed manner a bit. Milk ceased coming out of her nipples as well.

“Is that so?”

“But as long as you keep paying me, maybe even a little bit of extra, then, I won’t spread any rumors about any of this. Okay? Alright,” she was oozing with overconfidence.

“Interesting. Paying more is always a good thing for me. What about the job? What about the investigation? What did you do for me thus far? Anything?” the farmer calmly stepped closer to Cynthia with his erect dick jiggling between his legs.

“As a matter of fact, visiting this place a few times, I think I know what’s going on.”

“Please, enlighten me.”

“All of your animals are sick. They are dying. Now, if we theorize that they have a disease. The same disease. Or even worse, a virus. Well, whenever they enter in contact with your crops, the virus would spread some more and damage said crops. And I believe that virus has mutated into some kind of rare anomaly.”

“What makes you say that?”

“When I accidentally made your pig’s ball explode while poking it, a purple worm crawled out of the beast’s body.”

Silence.

The farmer looked honestly surprised. Shocked.

“Does that mean all my animals have a mutant worm inside of them?” he asked her.

“It seems like the infection has been spreading for a few months now. I would say it’s pretty reasonable to think that it is the case.”

“Can it be passed to humans, saurius, and urzax?”

“I have no idea yet,” she told him. Soon after, Cynthia noticed that the farmer had some weird black spots a little all over his body. A few on his arms. A few on the side of his neck. A few all over his face. “What are those black spots all over your skin?”

“I don’t know. They appeared a few days ago.”

“I saw the same thing on the dying pig earlier.”

“Does that mean I’m infected?”

“I’m not sure, but you should keep your distances now,” she stepped away from him. She looked down at his dick.

“When having sex with your cattle, do you typically protect yourself?”

“No. Why?”

“Because that may be how you got the virus.”

“Oh! So, now you’re certain that I’m infected?” the man started panicking, losing his mind. The dude was sweating a lot.

“Better fear the worst. Fucking your cattle may even be how this virus was created in the first place. I’m sorry, but I have to warn the authorities. We need to put this farm under quarantine.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t let you do that. If my farm shuts down, it’ll never reopen again,” he creepily walked in her direction. He looked dangerous. It felt like he wanted to hurt her.

“Well, pay me extra or I let everyone know,” she now had the longer part of the stick. She was in a position in which she could blackmail him.

“Of course. That works for me. I’ll give you all the money you need. We can fix it on the inside right? Without any outside intervention? Right?”

“Sure,” he was scaring the hell out of her.

“I will give you evenmore money if you stick around with me a bit before you go. Keep me company.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“I just want you to watch.”

“Watch what?”

Minutes later, the farmer was back, fucking his cattle doggie-style. He kept an eye on the detective, looking at her in the corner of his eye. Probably imagining he was fucking her instead of his aurochs. He undressed her with his eyes. Meanwhile, Cynthia counted a pile of cash while watching him fucking his cow-girl.